There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

Looking down at Mi Fang's filth spit on the ground, the potter moved the horse to the side.Depend on

Far too dirty, disgusting people.

"Brother Mi, in your opinion, what are our chances of winning this battle?" The pottery merchant called the soldiers holding the torches to the front, narrowed his eyes and continued to look into the distance.

After Mi Fang vomited, she touched her mouth with her hand, this behavior caused the potter to frown again.

Mi Fang felt quite good about herself, and said: "Although the Yellow Turban is good at fighting, its formation has been messed up, and it is difficult to get out of the village. After all, our Xuzhou army is a prefecture and county army, and our military equipment is far superior to that of the enemy. This battle must be won!"

The potter nodded, Mi Fang believed him.

Although Mi Fang has almost no experience in battle, she should know a lot about the battle formations of this era, not because he himself is eager to learn, after all, he was born in a family where the courses of war formations should not fail since he was a child.

Don't underestimate these bamboo slips and slips of war. Books in this era are precious items. In an era when there is no food to eat, and the printing industry is relatively lagging, reading is the greatest luxury!

While speaking, the soldiers and horses of the Yellow Turban Army were completely scattered. As Mi Fang said, the Yellow Turban Army was completely powerless to fight back against the Xuzhou Army's sudden attack in this state.

Seeing He Man hastily commanding soldiers and horses to turn around to resist the Xuzhou army, Xu Chu couldn't help but smile miserably on his blood-stained face.

At this moment, he didn't care why those thieves who stole pigs came to help him, so he hurriedly organized the soldiers in the village to restore the decline.

Xu Chu took the opportunity to retreat back to the village, found two bloody militiamen, and raised his voice: "Let the brothers who can still kill the enemy gather here, follow the retreat route of the bandits and charge the old and weak women and children to the rear of the village. , don’t let them fight on the front line anymore, do it quickly!”

As Xu Chu's order spread, the militiamen, women and children in the village were excited, like ghosts returning to the underworld after a circle in hell, and immediately organized soldiers and horses to relocate women and children. Women and children, everyone in the village followed Xu Chu's order to move quickly and orderly.

With the passage of time and the arrival of the Xuzhou army, the offensive and defensive positions of the three parties were changed, and Xu Zhuang's counterattack also started.

Chapter 18 Turning enemies into friends?

Xu Zhuang's counterattack has begun!

On the outskirts of Xuzhuang, the rear formation of the Yellow Turban Army had been broken by the Xuzhou Army, and the horn sounded again to encourage the continued attack. The Yellow Turban Army is in front of the village.

Amidst the screams of landslides and landslides, Xuzhou soldiers entered the village through the gaps in the Yellow Turban formation one after another, and killed the Yellow Turban soldiers who burned, killed and looted. As soon as it took shape, nearly a thousand men brandished knives and guns or hoes and rakes, and the Xuzhou Army pinched one place, causing the number of casualties of the Yellow Turban Army to rise sharply.

Just now, the Yellow Turban Army, who had an absolute advantage in numbers just now, has become hard-pressed with two fists and four hands, and they are facing back and forth attack again!After the formation is broken, it looks so vulnerable

On the other hand, Xuzhuang's militiamen seem to be unstoppable at this moment, like a tiger entering a herd of sheep.

"He Shuai! The situation is irreversible! Let's retreat quickly!" Facing the decadent situation that had already been defeated, the generals of the Yellow Turbans all panicked and urged He Man to evacuate.

"Retreat! Where to retreat?" He Man roared in pain: "The Han army had already planned to attack back and forth, with enemies on all sides, where do you want me to retreat?!"

The yellow turban general hurriedly said: "Shuai He! Even if the cubs under his command can't take off, I will protect Shuai He and we will surely fight a bloody road!"

"I'm not leaving!" He Man's eyes were bloodshot: "The soldiers are gone, why do you leave me? Listen to me, and anyone who dares to retreat, beheaded!"

After He Man said this, the Captain Yellow Turban beside him couldn't help complaining in his heart that it was really over.

The soldiers of the Xuzhou Army quickly nibbled at the soldiers of the Yellow Turbans, as if a small embankment had been gnawed out of a hole by ants, collapsed in an instant, and was swallowed by the flood in the blink of an eye.

With the battle at this level, even a potter can see that Xu Zhuang's overall situation has been settled.

"Report!"

A messenger on horseback rushed up to the potter and Mi Fang, and said: "Report to General Mi and the Supervising Army! Lieutenant Li Du of the front line has a report. If there is anyone in the Yellow Turban Army who is willing to surrender, please tell General Mi and the Supervising Army. "

Mi Fang turned her head to look at the potter, and asked: "Young Master, what do you think?"

The pottery merchant asked solemnly, "What do you mean, Brother Mi?"

Mi Fang pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice: "It's just a group of rogues killing people!"

The pottery merchant was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, then turned his head to the battlefield, all kinds of emotions came unconsciously and indirectly.

Regret, pity, and helplessness all mixed together and flooded into my mind. The bloody scene of fighting on the battlefield just now, the howling of mourning, and the crying of pain are all mixed with the anger and accusations of these low-level people against this ruthless era.

The so-called yellow turban thieves are just ordinary people. Their needs are actually not many, just a bite of food and a little sleep. They are just the most basic biological requirements of living in this world.

Isn't it the tragedy of this era that a human being only asks for the same needs as an animal?

But this era is already unwilling to satisfy them even the most basic needs!If it is not desperate, no one is willing to embark on this road of resistance.

They are all living people, and their resistance is not due to ideals and ambitions, but the environment that drives them from good people to wild beasts, and these beasts' ferocious devouring of people is nothing more than a bite of preserved fruit.

They just want to live.

"Tell the captains and captains that the enemy troops in the front line, no matter what their positions are, or whether their intention to surrender is true or not." The pottery merchant ordered every word without any hesitation.

Mi Fang was shocked when she heard the words, and hurriedly said: "My lord, we don't have that much food!"

The pottery merchant smiled slightly and said, "Say hello to Brother Ling and raise more food and fodder. Compared with other prefectures and counties, Xuzhou has relatively rich food and fodder, so it shouldn't be difficult."

Mi Fang wiped off her sweat, and said: "But even if my brother and I break up the contract, it will take up to [-] days until the next batch of military rations arrives, and we still need scouts to tell my brother where the rations need to be shipped. , and how to solve it?"

It is indeed a problem that soldiers and horses go ahead without using food and grass.

"I'll figure out a way, brother Mi will do as I say!" The pottery merchant solemnly said.

"But" Mi Fang's voice was a little weak.

The pottery merchant stopped Mi Fang's words with his hand, and said with a smile, "Brother Mi, do you believe me?"

Mi Fang swallowed lightly, her Adam's apple rolled, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she held it back forcefully.

In all honesty, Mi Fang has trusted the potter several times, the most recent one was stealing livestock, so let's forget about it.

Once the Xuzhou Army was approved to surrender, the Yellow Turban Army abandoned their weapons and did not fight. At first, there were only a few people, but gradually it became a dozen or so. Seeing the comrades around them surrender their weapons and surrender one after another, it was like the spread of the plague. One pass ten, ten pass one hundred, one hundred pass one thousand, and in the end, the Yellow Turban Army in units of thousands abandoned their weapons and did not fight.

All of this fell into He Man's eyes, this Jietian Yasha couldn't help closing his eyes, and sighed deeply.

"God to die for me too!"

Jinbei Prime Minister Bao Xin failed to kill him, and the officers and soldiers along the way did not kill him, but what he didn't expect was that it was such a small village that turned his boat over.

It seems that God deliberately mocked He Man, a group of civilian troops headed by Xu Chu and a group of Xuzhou troops headed by potters and Mi Fang surrounded him at the same time.

It is a great irony.

Knowing that He Man is the leader of the bandit, under the protection of the generals of the Xuzhou Army, the pottery merchant came to a few feet in front of the leader of the bandit, who had only a dozen or so people left, and said loudly, "Admit defeat."

With a stern expression on his face, He Man led the rest of his men to rush towards the pottery merchant, but was stopped by a hail of arrows from the Xuzhou Army.

Looking at He Man who had been driven to a desperate situation, the pottery merchant once again raised his voice: "The descendant will not die!"

Mi Fang stepped forward on his horse and said in a low voice: "My lord, it's fine with someone else, this person is the leader of this yellow scarf, so stay here for fear of causing criticism."

He Man turned a deaf ear to the potter's words, looked around, and saw that there were enemies on all sides, and outside the encirclement, almost all the voices coming from the encirclement were loud calls for surrender, and there were also the sound of weapons throwing the ground.